Yesterday, I started to panic when I realized my phone and computer were nearly drained of power, even though they were plugged in to recharge. I first checked to see if all the components were properly connected. I then tried different outlets in case the one I was using was somehow compromised. The indicators showed that there was no electrical connection, so I determined that it was a fault in the cord. I raced around to see if I had another cord to fit my Apple devices, but the others were older models that did not fit. It was after five o’clock and the thought of being without communication with my family sent ripples of anxiety through my brain. “I must find a new cord NOW,” I proclaimed, and jumped in the car on a quest. I had doubts that Downtown Daniel Island would have Apple supplies, and I could not think of friends with an IPhone who could spare a cord. The Computer Dr. was already closed. “Where is that electronics store”, I wondered. I walked into “The Closet Case” which was still open, and asked the smiling agent if she had a recharging cord I could borrow. Her Client looked at me like I was a basket case and said, “Try the gas station.” Off I went to the Kangaroo, but they apologized for not meeting my needs and sent me away. Then I walked into the ReFuel, and there on the counter was a display of chargers in rainbow colors! Relief. I bought one in pink and one in white. When I returned home, I was humbled by the thought of feeling powerless. While people in Puerto Rico are still waiting for power, and some are waiting for fresh water and gasoline; I was worried about being cut off from my family for a night. I replaced that panic with praise for the Lord who sees me through every storm, who will never leave me, and who gives me strength and confidence to solve problems. We may have candles and flashlights in case we loose power, but how are we prepared for the bigger storms in our life? My daughter in Miami said they still have a table full of supplies that they gathered before Hurricane Irma arrived with a vengeance. My son-in-law says the Zoo Miami is just reopening today after a month of clean up. We need to prepare our hearts for storms as well. This includes: faith in God’s plan for us, trusting that our prayers are important, and bravely asking for emotional support from those we are close to. We have more power than we realize. Can we solve every problem, heal every wound and help every person who asks us? Maybe we could with more faith in the Lord. Maybe a life lived with Christ leading us prevents problems, strengthens our bodies and guides us to others before they even ask for help. Let’s find the cord that keeps us connected. I am feeling recharged and reminded that we are never alone or without power to pray. Super charge me oh Lord!26C7EB69-1F43-4D58-B365-06BBE62D7EA5


Give the Boot

Yesterday, I was going through security at the airport. I am TSA pre approved, so I do not have to take off my shoes or jacket. As I went through the detector, the security woman said, “ Your boots are charming.” Naturally, I said, “Thank you.” She repeated, “You will have to take off your boots and put them through the x-ray, your boots are alarming!” Oh, I heard it wrong. I went back through the detector, took off my boots, and put the alarming things through the scanner. After I got rebooted and walked down the concourse, a friendly man at the shoe shine station said, “Nice Boots”. “Thank you,” I replied, hoping I heard it right this time. “I think you shined them for me last time I was wearing them. Do they look Okay?” I asked. “They sure do,” he said. I continued to walk briskly down the hall with Nancy Sinatra’s one hit in my head, “These Boots Were Made For Walking”. I did not expect so much attention for basic black leather boots. They are well broken in and have an extra wide top that allows plenty of room for my muscular calves. I have tried other stylish boots in the last few years and have given them to my daughters who still walk with dignity in heals. My first boots were rubber goulashes that I wore over my shoes in First Grade. They chaffed against my bare skin as I walked through rain and snow on the way to school. I detested them. Then one day in seventh grade, I borrowed my mothers white vinyl go go boots to wear with my mini skirt. Slacks were not yet allowed for girls in Junior High in 1971, but we got away with wearing skirts that revealed our entire set of legs. This was the first time of my life that I felt “cool”. I loved those boots and I wore them at every opportunity. So, my mother bought another pair for herself in black. In High School, I could no longer find boots to fit over my athletic legs. This was before Uggs became popular. That was the end of feeling cool and the start of my attraction to funky fashion. I am rarely in step these days with the latest trends. I know the best thing for me now would be to wear orthopedic support shoes. The Brooks athletic shoe has marvelous support, but don’t really look good when dressing up. The dilemma of choosing between fashion or comfort is really a matter of of choosing between the approval of people or using the wisdom that God gives us. Seeking the approval of others can be painful and result in unhealthy choices. What we eat, drink, or choose to wear may define who we are and how others relate to us, but the most important thing is to care for the body that God has given us as a temple for the Holy Spirit. It is probably time for me to purge some of the shoes in my closet. I am sure my daughters don’t need any more shoes or boots either. Handbags- we won’t even get started on that subject. Sometimes we think that we are going out of our comfort zone to be obedient to God, but in the end we will find it a better fit. I shall start today to gather a bag for the Goodwill. With winter coming, I am not ready to give them the boot. I pray for wisdom to make good choices and hope they won’t be so alarming.0CDC5F13-0F0F-4DF0-A317-894019ECEE7A

Decades of Drugstores

Yesterday, I went to the drugstore. There are so many of them now, practically one at every major intersection. Back in the Sixties, there was one; The Ben Franklin Five and Dime. It was a fun place to spend our refund money after collecting pop bottles from construction sites. Getting a candy bar or a comic book was a real treat. Then, when I became a teenager, I might go in for lip stick or other beauty supplies, a magazine, and a diet drink. Now that I am sixty, I bought hearing aid batteries, compression socks, and medications. What happened to me? Good golly Miss Molly, I now qualify to be a grandma. That is actually happening this year and tonight I will know the gender so I can go shopping for pink or blue clothes! Forget the drugstore. Here I come infant department of every major department store! My sisters have alerted me to Goodwill for infant clothes that still have tags or look brand new; a smart choice when babies grow out of their wardrobe every two to three months. My girls wore matching KMart play clothes, hand-me-downs or back to school clothes from Carlisle’s. it has been a long time since I have shopped for little ones. It will be far more fun than my current drugstore trips. We saved a couple outfits from our children’s infancy, and most all of the furniture. The conundrum is how do we ship it all to them in Florida when it would be cheaper to buy all new, state of the art stuff. It seems smarter to sell it all or give it away and start fresh. Or, if anyone is moving to Florida, perhaps we could give you a few more things to take down? This decision making gives me heart palpitations and will land me back in the doctor’s office and the dreaded drugstore. “Breathe, take one concern at a time,” says my sage hubby. My thoughts easily go to places where people have next to nothing, or have to flee their homes and leave behind all their treasures and heirlooms. We put far too much value on our stuff. The Bible has much to say about this. “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” I know whether it is a boy or girl, this pending grandchild will steal my heart and suddenly nothing else will matter. All my friends tell me this is so. While our children prepare the baby’s room and create a safe and comfortable environment for their family, I will dream about being the best Grammy possible. Hopefully, health issues will never prevent me from loving the grans with my whole heart. Soon, very soon, we will walk holding hands into the drugstore to get a treat, like a smoothie and some kale chips, even though it will cost more than a nickel or a dime. The lesson today is: shopping is more fun when done with a buddy, and what we think we need now will be entirely different every decade we grow older. Which aisle can I find the Slowpokes please?IMG_0292